Neil Rimmer: Barnet of the Century?

The author is aware that this site is in danger of becoming a simple match reports blog, but what can you do? Time’s a bitch, and I’m her slave. Wait, that sounded a bit weird – weirder even than Paul Scharner’s forthcoming 70s afro (you heard it here first!).

Just a quick reminder that you can check out some of the guest posts I’ve been doing over at Notapatchon – there’s not much difference between the drivel I post here and what I write for the blog over there. I have to say right now that NAPO is rapidly becoming my favourite Wigan Athletic fansite. I do quite like Cockney Latic, which is marginally more active, but in general I prefer stalking the forum at NAPO, probably because it feels more homely and welcoming.

The new Mudhutter Football Express is out this weekend, sold on the bridge and all the usual places the club officials can’t usher them away from. Unfortunately I don’t have an article in there this edition – you can put that down to sheer laziness and the fact I only felt really compelled to write after the Hull game. Otherwise, I’ve been saving content that usually would have gone to the MFE for here or the aforementioned NAPO. But enough o’ that site, it’s already had its plug.

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I used to buy matchday programmes religiously, until I came to my senses. Yeah, sure, you’re supporting the club and that with the three quid, but for me, it was a one-read publication: save for the really big match programmes, each of them were placed neatly in a pile on my shelf where they have remained untouched for years.

These days I instead use the cash to pay for the Latics Player (formerly Latics World) to get phone quality, induction loop commentary live from all the away games. Well, I am being a bit harsh there as the quality really has picked up since the days of Matt McCann mumbling about half time pies, and I’m going to leave a critique on that for another day.

Apart from that, I also buy the club fanzine whenever I can. A few years back, when the Cockney Latic was in its heyday, I’d enjoy thumbing through the pages of endless rants on David Graham and Geoff Horsfield by Les Bagg and the like. Not long ago, the name changed to the Mudhutter Football Express, but the content remained just as irreverent and opinionated as ever.

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